1. Happy birthday to me! 😀 I’m officially a mere 365 days away from being able to rent a car. Let the countdown begin! Hahaha. Having my birthday fall during peak week of marathon training makes things a bit…challenging, to say the least, when it comes to celebrating. On the one hand, I like to treat peak week as marathon week, especially in terms of nutrition and rest, in order to practice for the marathon. On the other hand…it’s my birthday, darn it, and I’ll do what I want! I don’t have to run today, and there have been rumblings around the office of going to Portillo’s for lunch, since September 18, incidentally, is National Cheeseburger Day along with National Let’s Celebrate Bethany Day. Plus I ❤ Portillo’s, mostly for their cake shakes. Which does present a different dilemma: if we do, in fact, go to Portillo’s for my birthday, should I get a cake shake, or just the cake? I’ve never had just the cake, but I don’t expect to get cake in any other capacity for my birthday…and cake shakes always leave me with tummy aches, which are not conducive to happy birthdays in my experience. But they’re so good. Life is hard, you guys.
Other than that, I anticipate a rather low key birthday. I have PT this morning (because really, who would I rather celebrate my birthday with than my BFF, my PT? Haha. Another struggle of peak week: trying to find time to go to PT.) and dinner with a couple of friends from college this evening, plus spending my day at work, of course. I don’t anticipate doing anything this weekend, either, since I’ve got a kinda sorta enormous run coming up on Sunday. Oh well. All the more reason to celebrate with reckless abandon once the marathon is over 😉
2. I found an artifact in my library book!
Well, “artifact” may be a bit of a stretch, but still. Part of me wants to hang onto it as a piece of CTA history (now that we’ve switched over to Ventra and you don’t see these sorts of passes anymore), but another part of me wants to leave it in the book so the next person to check it out gets the same surprise on page 123. Decisions, decisions.
The book, in case anyone is interested, is When We Were Strangers by Pamela Schoenwaldt and follows the story of Irma, an immigrant to the United States from Italy in the late 1800s. I used to love historical fiction but haven’t read any in years. Anyway, I enjoyed the book, though it did occasionally feel like Schoenwaldt was trying too hard, but overall I found it to be a good read, if you’re in the market from some historical fiction!
3. On Tuesday, I was chatting with one of my friends from dance. She was telling me about preparing for a piece she had recently danced in, particularly one especially difficult combination, and how she had been seeking advice from other dancers she knew. At one point, she mentioned a Sonya, and when I looked at her quizzically, she was like, “Sonya Tayeh.” At which point I FLIPPED.
MY FRIEND KNOWS SONYA TAYEH. Like is on a FIRST NAME BASIS with Sonya Tayeh. Sonya Tayeh, for those of you who are unaware, is a choreographer on So You Think You Can Dance, and is a.m.a.z.i.n.g. See below:
After probably lambasting my friend (“You’ve known me for TWO YEARS and you’re just NOW telling me you know Sonya Tayeh?!?!?!?!?”), I also realized I can now officially refer to Sonya Tayeh as a “friend of a friend,” which just may be the best thing of my LIFE. This also means, according to The Oracle of Bacon (God love the Internet), that I am only four degrees of separation away from Kevin Bacon, which, in turn, means all of you are now only five degrees of separation away from Kevin Bacon. You’re welcome for that insight.
(This whole experience made me wonder if I have, in fact, been fewer degrees of separation away from cast members of SYTYCD than I was aware of. The dance world seems to be a bit small, not entirely unlike the running world, and it wouldn’t surprise me if some of my teachers secretly knew SYTYCD choreographers and have been holding out on me all along.)
Have you ever found something interesting inside a library book? I once found notes that had clearly been passed between friends in a library book. That was exciting. I also once wrote nice little notes in college and stuck them in random library books. I hope someone finds them someday!
Do you know anyone famous? Or, alternatively, have cruel friends holding out on their famous connections?